Volume 1, The Wizard's World Chapter 51, Sacrificial Again
An unexpected prohibition order disrupted Ian's plan, forcing him to re-plan his escape route. This would undoubtedly increase many risks, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Since the waterway was inaccessible, he had no choice but to go ashore and walk on land.
Fortunately, the distance between here and Lai is not far, only about thirty miles. If Ian can find a fast horse, he can arrive there in the afternoon.
According to his estimation, the monastery's cavalry was still some distance away from Pulos. Although only Willy and Lao Ke knew about his return to Lai by water, he believed that it was absolutely impossible for the monastery to not find out that he and Jasmine were separated.
situation, and the method of escaping by boat can probably be found.
Pulos is a port city and also a church city. In addition to prosperous commerce, the faith of the Lord of Light is also widely spread here.
Not long after landing, Ian walked only a few dozen steps. Before he left the dock, he saw several priests from the Church of Light preaching. Many believers gathered around them, most of them poor families who looked like coolies.
There were not many police patrols on the pier, but there were about five or six of them. They set up a barrier on the pier and set up a temporary gate to check people entering and exiting.
"Name, age, place of origin."
There was a long queue, and the person in charge of the inspection was a fat, middle-aged policeman with a greasy face.
Ian glanced at him and said: "Hyde Catherine, nineteen years old, from Appleton."
"Where's the pass?"
The policeman with a greasy face glanced at him, stretched out his hand and asked, without taking his eyes away from his face.
Ian looked confused. He didn't see those people asking for a pass just now, so when he heard this, his first reaction was that this guy was asking for a bribe, and his mood immediately turned bad.
However, people had to lower their heads under the eaves. In order not to cause any trouble, he had to swallow his anger and replied: "Sir, this is my first time to travel far away. I don't know what kind of pass I need to apply for. How to apply for it, can you tell me?"
As long as this guy doesn't go too far, just tolerate it.
But he didn't expect that after hearing his words, the policeman's expression immediately changed, his eyes became alert, and he didn't look like he was asking for a bribe. Ian saw the other person's defensive intention, and he also noticed that some people behind him also quickly
Create distance.
What's wrong? Ian was confused and had no expectation of the sudden change.
The six policemen had their hands on their waists, where they had batons - the batons made of pure iron were extremely hard, and most people would feel uncomfortable if they got hit by them.
The leading middle-aged greasy policeman looked at him warily, frowned and said to Ian: "Boy, didn't you go to the city government to issue a pass before going out?"
Ian was confused and wondered what this was all about. There were so many rules for wizards to travel, and they just left when they wanted to. But now that there were so many people on the other side, he had no choice but to suppress his temper and explain: "I am
A member of the Appleton Catherine family, my family didn’t tell me this before I went out. Besides, why don’t the people in front of me need a pass?”
Seeing that Ian's expression didn't look fake, the policeman thought he was stunned when he encountered him again, so he gave his colleagues a look to indicate that there was no need to be nervous, and then explained to him what a pass was.
It turns out that in the Kingdom of Camelot, except for nobles, caravans and people with special status, if anyone wants to leave their residence more than 20 miles away, they need to apply for a license from their lord or the city hall.
Get a pass so that you won't be detained by the police as a refugee.
Among those without passes, in addition to the refugees who live in the wilderness without a fixed address, there are also wanted criminals with criminal records. Whether they are refugees or wanted criminals, they are in the same danger. This is why the people behind him and the people behind him quickly pull
The reason for keeping a distance is that these days there are no consolation payments or rewards for bravery. If you die, your death will be in vain. People have to be careful.
Ian was originally a fake, and the original owner didn't have much travel experience, so it was normal for him not to be familiar with these things at all.
"Since you don't have a pass, you can't leave for the time being. We need to send someone to verify your identity. In other words, do you have anyone in Pulos who can vouch for you?" However, the police were well-informed and did not panic too much.
Ian asked calmly. Although Ian was mature and tall and strong, as soon as he spoke, the police could tell that he was ignorant and ignorant. It was easy to judge that this guy was a kid from a rich family who had escaped. Therefore,
No one else was as panicked.
We see so many people like this all year round, there is no need to waste police resources to verify them one by one. Now he just hopes that Ian has an acquaintance in Provost to save his colleagues from making a trip to Appleton.
But Ian didn't know anyone. He had even faked his identity. Just when he was about to report Willie Catherine's name, he heard a calm voice from outside the crowd: "Mr. Police, I can be this child's guarantor."
Human?"
who?
All eyes turned towards the source of the sound, and the crowd stepped aside, revealing a tall priest in white robes.
The pastor had a smile on his face, and his upright outlook made this smile look very kind.
But Ian's mind was filled with doubts. Who was this guy? Could it be that the original owner knew him?
When the police saw the man, they all laughed relaxedly. The middle-aged policeman nodded to him to show respect and said, "Pastor Gary, do you know this kid?"
The pastor named Gary nodded noncommittally and said with a smile: "A junior, can I take him away?"
"Of course!" The policeman agreed very simply, without even mentioning the record that was originally required. This shows that the status of this priest in his heart, or in other words, the status of the Holy See of Light in people's hearts is very high.
"Bless you, gentlemen, the Lord's light of hope will illuminate your way forward." The pastor sincerely gave alms to everyone, and then smiled at Ian and said, "Follow me, Hyde."
In full view of the public, this was the only way to escape. Therefore, even if the identity of the other party was unclear, he still had no choice but to follow him.
The memory of the original owner was extremely boring. Apart from recalling some profound and important memories at the beginning, Ian chose to forget the rest. Now that Ian can't remember that this person came into existence, that at least means that he is not important to the original owner.
However, since he learned Esme's Lingxi calculation method, his memory has been greatly strengthened, and even some forgotten memories can be retrieved.
Therefore, after ten minutes, he was able to confirm that the original owner did not know this person, and besides, he was using a false identity.
Thinking of this, Ian became alert and slowly stopped and planned to run away.
After the pastor took him away from the pier, he did not go in the direction of the church, but entered an old alley. The people living here were poor people. Although they had a tile to cover their heads, they lived in poverty. They were not decent people like the pastor at all.
The place to be.
"Mr. Gary, where are you taking me?" Ian stopped far away and shouted to the other party. He had decided that no matter what the other party said, he would leave as soon as possible.
Gary turned his back to him and made a waiting gesture with his right hand.
What are you waiting for? Ian just felt confused, but he was not willing to wait. If he waited any longer, it would be time to go back to the monastery for tea, so he shouted to Gary: "Sir, thank you for your help today. I have something to go, goodbye."
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"Light of the soul, eternal devotion." Gary still had his back to him, but suddenly he recited a poem.
What?
Gary turned around, faced the astonished Ian, smiled slightly, and softly uttered one word: "Ecstasy!"
Then, before Ian could understand, he instantly lost consciousness and fell into darkness.
It turned out that it was not a poem, but a magic spell. This was his last thought before losing consciousness.
Gary waited for a while, until he lowered his eyelids and looked drowsy before walking over with a smile. The smile on his face remained unchanged, his eyes stared at Ian greedily, and said to himself: "I didn't expect it.
It’s my Lord’s blessing to meet such a young foreign wizard.”
On his forehead, a temple-like pattern flashed away, as if it didn't exist.
…
This is the second time that Ian has fallen into such darkness after traveling through time. Although he cannot sense the existence of the outside world, he has a weak sense of self. The last time this happened was when he was in a coma due to excessive injuries during the year-end sacrifice ceremony.
This feeling is really not good, and this is not a monastic order. If you continue to be unconscious, God knows what the priest will do to you.
Gotta wake up, damn it.
This was his only thought, and it became stronger and stronger.
He ran calculations frantically, trying to find a way to escape from the coma, but darkness was everywhere, as if a thick curtain surrounded him layer by layer, and even if his head was broken and bleeding, it had no effect at all.
But as Esme's Lingxi calculation method ran over and over again, traces of free light gradually appeared in the dense darkness. The light gathered more and more as time passed, and finally with a "boom", the darkness shattered.
Ian suddenly opened his eyes and regained his senses. He just glanced casually, and his heart immediately sank: Damn, the situation is not good.
What comes into view is the dim soil above. The light not far to the left is very dim, coming from an oil lamp. There is also light a little further away, and it can be seen that there is a wooden staircase there.
The sound Gary made from the side drew his attention back. The sanctimonious priest was carving something excitedly with a carving knife, and muttered something in his mouth: "160 points for blood curse, 270 points for puppetry, and witchcraft."
150 points of mixture..."
Grass is also the spokesperson of the gods.
Ian's back felt cold. Needless to say, he was placed in the sacrificial array again.
"This is the second time, it's really annoying, you damn bastards...ahhhh!!!"
Ian's angry voice suddenly sounded in the dark cellar. This made Gary, who was concentrating on his work, freeze, and then quickly stood up and retreated towards a pillar.